Laura Rutledge Nude Novels & Stories

I muttered under my breath, my voice raw with frustration. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, running it quickly through my hair and down my chest. I pulled on a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on my hips, leaving my torso bare. The muscles across my chest and abdomen were still tight, like my body hadn’t gotten the message that the cold shower was supposed to help.

Liam smiles, placing his hands in his pockets. “So, you didn´t come here to see me naked? Liam chuckles. “I didn´t.” “Yet what impeccable timing you have. It sure is convenient.” “Laura, you´re being ridiculous.” “Oh, so you don´t want to see me naked?” “It´s not that I don´t want to, but--” “So you do want to?” Liam laughs nervously. “Then I guess it will be okay if I do this?” With my back to Liam, I make a display of pulling at the lace of my corset, loosening it.

The sad thing is I think we both needed each other. The “ratatap” indicated that Laura was here and I opened the door. Laura was a bit rougher on the edges than most people I knew but I liked that about her. She was wearing leather pants and a cute red halter top wrapped around her signature leather jacket covered in chains. Laura was wearing long dangling earrings that lined up her ears. She’d pulled her up showing her half-shaved head and allowing the hair to dangle down the back. “Damn Kate, you look good.” I just smiled. “As do you, Laura.”

He asks but instead she stands up, and starts to unbutton her shirt. “Laura, stop. You’re acting crazy.” He says, getting up from his seat, but she just pushes him down to his seat, as she throws her shirt to the floor, leaving her in her bra as she isn’t wearing a singlet. She then takes off her skirt, leaving her in nothing but her bra and thongs. She sits back down on a speechless Nicholas, and begins straddling him again. Nicholas starts to feel himself getting a boner, and when Laura kisses him again, he doesn’t protest, he just sits still, his brain not processing anything.

I am a sex freak and I have gone four to five rounds on certain nights, so it is funny to expect the feeling to go away after Cumming just twice in one night while still being around Laura, someone who was arousing with clothes on, let alone seeing her naked. I watched Laura from the blanket as she pulled the baggy shirt over her and then pulled off the towel from under. Well, that was a smooth way of changing without having to expose your nakedness to your really perverted horny stepbrother who thinks of fucking you. She then began to walk to the bed and that was when it hit me, she wasn't wearing panties, she only had the baggy shirt on her and that only stopped midway her thighs. Oh man,

She knew that she was always afraid that someone would see or hear her outdoors, and she gritted her teeth to stifle the moans that threatened to erupt due to the numbness all over her body. "Woman, scream out, I know it's uncomfortable for you to hold it in," Ned panted. Laura's body grew increasingly yielding, and Ned brought her to unconsciousness. She couldn't contain the frenzy in her body, but Ned slowed down at this time, and gently touched her somewhere before drawing back. After a while of fucking, Ned picked Laura up again and plunged deep inside her. Laura couldn't help but clamp her slender legs around Ned's waist subconsciously, but didn't know how to move. Her clear eyes were h

I tried to shake off the image of that old lady’s face out of my head. “Didnt make it.” Shit. I pushed the front door and exhaled. “May the baby’s should Rest in perfect peace.” ~ ~ ~ ~ Laura went to her room. I stood in the hallway before heading to the living room. Nicole was already there. She came back early I guess. Clearly fresh from the backyard. Tiny bikini top clinging to her full breast, the thin strings digging into sun-warmed skin. The bottoms rode high, barely covering anything. She bent over the low coffee table to grab the TV remote, legs parted just enough. The red fabric pulled tight across her pussy, outlining the soft swell of her lips and the faint crease between them.

I gestured to the group of women. “Because,” Laura said, marching back into the room holding a garment bag like a trophy, “your ex-husband just spent the last forty-eight hours making a complete, unhinged fool of himself on national television. This is your first public appearance since the fallout. You need to look powerful, beautiful, and completely untouched by his circus. You’re going to win the war without even lifting a finger.” She unzipped the bag, revealing a simple, floor-length black silk gown.

Her heels clicked against the polished floor, her pace slow and confident. "Maybe I was bored. Maybe I was curious. Or maybe..." She stopped in front of his desk, her eyes fixed on his. "Maybe I was tired of being treated like an accessory instead of a woman." Adrian frowned. "This isn't—" Before he could finish, Laura untied the belt of her coat. His breath caught as she let it fall. Beneath, she wore nothing. Smooth skin, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips completely bare, her confidence burning hotter than her nakedness as she stepped closer.

"Fine. Finish eating first. Then we'll talk." I watched her crawl around, collecting food with her mouth. The way her body twisted and moved left me on edge. Her leopard-print stockings and her delicate curves tugged at something deep in me. After about ten minutes, she finally sat up, satisfied, and looked my way. "You did a good job feeding me today. Now, let me return the favor." Before I could react, Laura turned her back to me. She lifted the edge of her tiny skirt… and revealed that she was wearing nothing underneath. I swallowed hard, my breathing quickening…